When people see me, they see an American. I sound American. I live in America. I have an American partner and son. I was born in America. But what exists on the surface is not always true. I’m also half German.
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What It Means to be American: Part One
It feels like the world is burning around me, literally and figuratively. Wildfires, wars, and hate-fueled politicians riling up their base to spread more hate…and an occasional Waymo car – that was us. Well, not me, specifically, but that was ‘team left of the middle’, burning with their own rage against the Federal police-state in Los Angeles. They call it a victimless crime to burn a driverless car, but there is no such thing. I can, at the very least, understand their anger, if not their actions.
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